The sound of her head hitting the keyboard was muffled by her own tiredness. “Huh, that’s odd,” she thought. “Surely that should have hurt more than it did.” A little weirded out, and still drowsy, she rose slowly to turn off the light. The switch did not cooperate. “Woah! Wait, I’m not animated though. Oh, duh! That was only in Waking Life. Stupid.” Elated by her newfound dream state, she ran unhindered by the boundaries of consciousness. Clambering up to the roof, she smiled and stepped off, into a coma. They fixed the light switch, but it was too late.